Iâll see you in a minute.â
Natalie lifted Amy and put her in the high chair with one of her toys. Then she folded up the playpen and put it back in the nursery. Before long she heard the garage door lift. To know he would be there in a minute made her excited, and it had nothing to do with the fact that his job as a Ranger was to keep her safe while he solved this case.
In a very short time sheâd gotten use to this temporary arrangement and had made dinner with him in mind. Remember itâs only temporary, Natalie. But try telling her heart that when he appeared in the kitchen wearing the clerical shirt. There was no way to shut out his arresting masculine appeal.
âSomething smells good.â
âAre you hungry?â
âFamished.â
âIâve made tacos.â
âGive me a minute and Iâll join the two of you. Hereâs the key to Rodâs car.â
When he disappeared, she got out a jar of junior sweet potatoes and lamb for Amy. Kit walked in a few minutes later wearing a claret-colored polo shirt and jeans. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes off him.
âHelp yourself to anything you want, Kit.â
His smile made her pulse race. âSince youâre busy feeding the cherub, can I fix you a plate, too?â
âIâd love it.â
Sheâd fried half a dozen tortillas. One taco was enough for her. But when she saw that heâd eaten four filled shells along with a large helping of tossed salad, she wondered whether sheâd made enough.
He finally sat back in the chair and centered his hazel gaze on her. âThat was delicious.â
âI can make more.â
âIf I take another bite, I wonât have room for the chocolate-marshmallow ice cream I bought.â
Natalie grinned. âSo thatâs your favorite dessert?â
âOne of them. Iâll get it. Would you like some, too?â
âSounds good.â
âDo you think Amy would like a taste?â
âOf course, but sheâs not getting the chance yet. Once she discovers chocolate, all my hopes of feeding her healthy foods will go right out the window.â
Laughter rumbled out of him, grabbing the little girlâs attention.
âKitââ Amy spoke his name with a happy smile.
âThatâs my name, sweetheart.â The tender look he gave her daughter touched Natalie deeply.
Kit dished out two bowls of the ice cream and handed one to Natalie.
She took a mouthful. âThis is yummy. I havenât had this flavor in years.â
His dessert disappeared in a hurry. âIâve loved it since I was a little kid.â
âWhat else did you love as a boy?â
âOh...the usual. Snakes, fireworks, anything scary or that went boom.â
A chuckle escaped her lips. âYour poor mom.â
âYup. With two sons to raise, she had her hands full while Dad was out on a case.â
Her head lifted. âA case? What kind? What did he do?â
He eyed her through narrowed lids. âHe was a Texas Ranger.â
âWas?â
âDad was killed in a shootout when I was seventeen.â
âOh, noâIâm so sorry.â She bit her lip. âHow hard to have lost him that early in life. Iâm surprised it didnât put you off becoming a Ranger.â
He shook his head. âJust the opposite. In 1842 Sam Houston got a law passed that provided for a company of mounted men to act as Rangers under Captain John Coffee âJackâ Hays. My ancestor was one of them.â
âYouâre serious?â
âYup. Three of the other Rangers who are my close friends are also descendants from the original company. The guys at headquarters have nicknamed us the Sons of the 40.â
âWait a minute. I saw the four of you on TV. You brought down that huge drug ring!â
He nodded.
âI thought Iâd seen you before.â She studied his rugged features. âI
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